The Pale Fracture
The porcelain clock in your pocket is warm, a small, hard weight against your hip bone that has become as familiar as a second pulse. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior inspector at the Ministry of Atmospheric Regulation in Oakhaven, and you are holding the final calibration logs for the new filtration units in your other hand, your fingers trembling with a fine, rhythmic shake...
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